Words Can Kill

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preen you
from he
art of darkness
we’re cut from the same cloth
feathers of the same flock

locked into boorish
shock and awe
my chorus
if words can kill
crack this barrel open
reload it

can’t relax
each attack
strikes back
fire brands me
bad
too bad

we’re way past damaged
keep you on my tongue
bite you with my hands
damaged
goods
branded
WAY
TOO
BAD
i’m the best bridge you’ve had
the pleasure of burning down
thunderous reverb
when bad words sound bad

stay inside
retry yourself
put them in a vice
then leave them in a trance
i’ve never had the pleasure
to finish what i’ve started
next time
you see me
i’ll be a part of you
i promise

boorish
adjective: resembling or befitting a rude or insensitive person

JD- vitriol